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the fine line between love and hate
“Y’know,” the purr from the banks jerked the King’s great skull around, sending droplets spraying from his face and neck, “There’s very little sexier than a man fresh from a fight.” Her purr, catching him off-guard, pulled at primal urges in the stallion’s sore muscles. Urges rooted in their history of denial, suggestive banter, her endless teasing, and his brutal foreplay. So, it was with wide eyes and a scrambling, exhausted mind that he motionlessly watched the cat saunter towards him—like a predator to prey.
But the Elephant King was no prey—or so he thought. Snapping together thick lips that had partially opened in surprise at Ada’s appearance and approach, his navy gaze flickered to the ripples her curves sent out in the cool pond. He focused on the coolness of the water, on the emotional turmoil that had flooded him just moments before; he focused on anything to maintain control over the easy, natural, lustful urges that had plagued him since the day she had broken through his murderous and enraged thoughts on the Plains.
So, gaze carefully lifting from the ripples to her luminous, yellow gaze, he nodded a greeting, “Hello Adaeze,” his deep rumble vibrated the water around his barrel, “It’s good to see you, too,” he could not help his amused reply to her greeting— and, despite his best intentions, amusement easily gave way to the beginnings of carnal craving. So, it was with darkening eyes and a wayward tongue that he said, “And if that’s true… I think there’s a wound atop my shoulder that I can’t get to,” his massive right shoulder twitched, indicating the cut which was so close to his withers that is escaped the reach of his muzzle, “Can you reach it for me?” Lazily ruby blood dribbled from the injury while navy eyes watched yellow.
But the Elephant King was no prey—or so he thought. Snapping together thick lips that had partially opened in surprise at Ada’s appearance and approach, his navy gaze flickered to the ripples her curves sent out in the cool pond. He focused on the coolness of the water, on the emotional turmoil that had flooded him just moments before; he focused on anything to maintain control over the easy, natural, lustful urges that had plagued him since the day she had broken through his murderous and enraged thoughts on the Plains.
So, gaze carefully lifting from the ripples to her luminous, yellow gaze, he nodded a greeting, “Hello Adaeze,” his deep rumble vibrated the water around his barrel, “It’s good to see you, too,” he could not help his amused reply to her greeting— and, despite his best intentions, amusement easily gave way to the beginnings of carnal craving. So, it was with darkening eyes and a wayward tongue that he said, “And if that’s true… I think there’s a wound atop my shoulder that I can’t get to,” his massive right shoulder twitched, indicating the cut which was so close to his withers that is escaped the reach of his muzzle, “Can you reach it for me?” Lazily ruby blood dribbled from the injury while navy eyes watched yellow.
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